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Sour Taste of Sugar

There's always the right amount of sugar, yet people always add too many cups of it.

Sweet. That's the first thing you'd think of when you encounter Paine. He's a caring, considerate boy whom everyone always gushes about being so mature or how they speak of him so highly because he always looks like nothing affects him. Whenever someone cries, he's there, frustration builds up and he's there. He's there when no one would ever care. A small miniscule of kindness for everyone— Everyone, but himself. He's so sweet, but so sour to himself, everyone knows the taste of sour meals. It's always scrutinizing to taste it.

Maybe a bit of sour is good, but too much feels too inedible to even consume anymore. The tingle feeling hits your tongue, and you wanna spit it as fast as you can, maybe even gag a bit if it's that bad. But everyone knows the taste of a dish that is too bitter. That's what Paine feels. Bitter. The bitterness makes him feel so inedible. It's like the chef decided to coat him in lemon juice instead of sweet ol' honey.

He wanted to never feel so bitter, he wanted to wash the lemon juice that made its way to his tongue with anything that could distract him from the taste. He sits on a diner chair as he struggles to see with his vision having a thick layer of water on it; with a blink, he felt tears run down his cheeks. For years, he's mastered the art of silence. Sobbing silently as he trembled to eat his dessert— his table was filled with sweet desserts: cakes, honey cookies, sweet ol' chocolate milk— all of Paine's favorite desserts all meticulously prepared for him. It was there. Every bite of that cake, he hoped to get rid of that bitter lemon taste in his mouth. Even more streams of tears come crashing down.

“I- I, it's just cake Paine. All you need to do is eat, just breathe.“ He muttered to himself shakily, his voice pleaded with his mind, begging his mind to calm down— but he couldn't. All he could do was eat while he cried. He ate alone yet he decided to sit at a double table, making him look so lonely from the corner of the cafe. “It-its okay Paine. Just calm down, and you can keep going with everything. We can always do this, we've been doing this for years.“ he murmured, holding his drink with trembling hands as he tries to not choke a sob out of his vulnerable state. Paine was always the vulnerable type, but due to everything, he had to silence his emotional thought. Paine never had anyone, it was always him against the world and him alone. If his responsibilities ever got too stressful for him, he'd always go and buy all of his favorite desserts and sob in silence as he eats. He never went to anyone nor did he speak of this. This is how Paine always lived, for years on end, he'd sit down and sob to his own stress and eat his sorrows away. Paine is a baker who has no customers, yet so many pastries— now he has to eat all of it by himself.

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Too much.

You'll never be too much to me.

I always knew that my brother is a bit.. forgetful. Hell forget simple stuff like: eating, going out of his room, or knowing when to rest. He's stubborn. A stupid person who keeps forgetting. But, I'm here after all— so he doesn't have to forget since I'll force it on his face anyways.

“Uh— Here.“ Lottie said, holding what seems like an attempt to cook something. It wasn't badly burnt, but nor did it look a bit appetizing, seems right for a beginner cook like Lottie. Elioyl just looked at it, his exhausted-filled eyes just staring at it for a bit before making a smile that barely reached his eyes.

“You didn't burn the kitchen right?“ The older brother asked. Lottie was immediately offended by the comment, but bit her tongue so she wouldn't say something back. Elioyl could sense how hard she was trying not to make a snarky comment back, he took the meal off her hands, a plastic spoon and fork taped at the top of it. His eyes looked around as if searching for something.

“No drink?“ He joked without anticipating anything back. even without making a snarky comment, a simple eye roll from Lottie was enough to say anything. “.. No, I got it.“ Grabbing something from her bag was a drink, specifically his favorite one. A cold drink of iced strawberry tea. Elioyl shouldn't be surprised that Lottie knows one of his many favorites, but it still shocked him a bit that Lottie remembered. His reaction was just a simple tired appreciative smile. “But, why are you giving me this?“ Elioyl asked as if he wasnt cooped up in his room all day. Lottie just gave him a somewhat deadpanned look.

“Well, I just wanted to give you something to eat in case you forgot to fucking eat. Who knows when you'll realize that you're hungry or something— and then you'll stay in your room for a week or two because you're too busy with school or something along those lines.“ Lottie said in a disdained tone, which underneath gave a hint of concern and worry. Elioyl just chuckled at her reply. “Alright, sorry— I guess I should thank you for it.“, “Yeah, yeah. No problem I guess.“

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Multi shipping me and my friends' OC's are so fun bc I can make it seem like my loser oc has bitches!!

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Some really badly made incorrect quotes!1!1!1

Elioyl: Suck my dick

Esra: ...

Elioyl: !!!

Elioyl: fuck, wait— you already do that..

Elioyl: plus, and I can't think of a better response

Esra: The common language doesn't have enough curse words!

Esra: *insert bird chirping or squawking or whatever the fuck his mother tongue is*

Elioyl: Don't yell at me in your fucking bird language that I legit can't understand!!

Elioyl: Bro, I'm gonna go home after 8, I'm going on a date

Evangeline: Mom said I could come

Elioyl: ...

Evangeline: ...

Elioyl: YOU'RE NOT COMING TO MY FUCKING—

⠀⠀ ⠀: come kiss the girl~ shalalala!!

Elioyl: 😶

Evangeline: 😁

Esra: ... Pfft— okay

Esra: Sorry babe, but I need to steal your grandma

Esra: *runs off with a suspiciously grandma shaped lump in his throat*

Elioyl: Huh— what—

Elioyl: NOOO!!! MY GRANDMA!!!

Esra: ”You coming?“ Yeah on the screen, catch!

Elioyl: THIS ONE IS ACTUALLY INSANE

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𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑻𝑬

Don't you just love teasing out of spite? Their reactions are just too hilarious to not laugh to!

Fiction, oc x oc type shit, fluff, drabble

It was like any other afternoon in NRC, students rushing around doing their projects that are probably due in a few hours, chatting within their friend group and all that school shenanigans. I'm sure you get it right? Well, it was SUPPOSED to be a good afternoon, a long break away from classes before you go back into hell again. A male named Elioyl with mauve locks that stretched until his knees lay his head on the table, while another prussian blue haired called Esra next to him had a book in hand, It was just a comfortable silence between them; someone approached them with a pen and clipboard in hand, they seem to be a bit skittish.

“ Hello, is it alright if I interview you?.. it's for a project “

A freshman asked, the two seemed to be genuinely interested and took the offer off the boy's hand, the mauvenet just nodded in reply as approval, it turns out that it was a project about how imagination and mentality works and models magic all together or something along those lines. The questions were straightforward and a breeze to understand! The two just mostly answered back and forth and all that stuff. As the student scribbles down the replies, he asks his ending question:

“ Why do you think it's the imagination that is used as a medium for magic? Your answers don't have a right or wrong here “

That question was a bit hard to grasp, but they still tried to answer it to the best of their abilities. Speaking of which, the bluenet had this chance to reply now, thinking for a bit, he finally replied:

“ I think that.. “

He made a small pause, his eyes slightly looking at the person next to him, with a grin visible on his lips. Well, fuck you're doomed.

“ The imagination is already a good medium for magic! “

He said, the mauvenet was skeptical of the other's reply. But let it slide for now

“ And plus, the imagination can go wild, who knows? What if it was your emotions that controlled magic, then for example: Elioyl might have— “

“ Don't even try, Es. “

The mauve whispered albeit a fluster near his ears, covering Esra's mouth to just stop him from yapping his mouth about that.. weirdly implied statement.. the freshman doesn't seem to notice the obviously suggestive statement thrown there by Esra himself. Elioyl can feel him bastardly grin even while his mouth is covered.

“ Sorry! Was that all? “

Elioyl asked followed with a small glare to Esra, the freshman was a bit muddled by the situation at hand, but thought it was a thing between them and had nothing to do with them. After scribbling down the reply, the freshman nodded and left to go find another person to interview. Elioyl puts his hand down, with a small tint of embarrassment stuck on his face, he groans lightly from the event seconds ago:

“ Okay, what the fuck was that??!? “

“ When someone's too curious, it's fed. Prying questions, I rebuff, though I may seem a bit unkind, Boundaries, I help define. “

“ You despicable feathered bit—“

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𝐴𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

A significant or considerable amount Abundance, serenity, and tranquility

Tw: mentions of suicide, failed attempt and all that! Everything is fictional

They laid helplessly inside. A filling feeling went inside his lungs— despite the painful sting from the lack of air, it felt ominously comforting. It feels like death was somehow inviting him over like this. Well, if it did continue that way. As a harsh tug on arm lifted his body back into the oxygen filled air, away from the dancing grace of the water. Now that action made him realize the lack of air inside his lungs, as he wheezed and coughed habitually. His body gasped for air before it died. His eyes were lacklustre and colorless, a contrast to how he usually is as a person; he stared uneventfully at the person who pulled him back up:

“ I was looking all over for you! Fuck, I— I just didn't expect you to be.. “

He said, his voice tried to remain focused about being calm, but it was evident enough that he was panicking, who wouldn't? Who wouldn't panic when you see someone close to you almost drowned. Before they could even process anything, he was just pulled into an endearing embrace; his body dripping from the water as he subconsciously hugs back. Even while drenched in water, they could tell that he was crying.

“ Let's talk okay? C'mon, just— anything to get killing yourself out of your system. “

He said, which sounded more of a beg when mixed in-between his almost sobs and pleas. He caresses the man's cheek as he lets their head rest on their chest. It was comforting. As he sobbed sorrys about not seeing it sooner, the other was stagnant— that is, until they decided to reply:

“ It's okay, I don't blame you— “

What he wanted to say was just a small monologue as to why he almost did it. He just didn't expect to just get randomly kissed on lips do harshly. But he won't lie, his lips taste good

“ Please, just anything— talk to me about it or something— as long as you aren't suffering alone. “

The worried wart muttered, clutching his hands endearing as he begs. He picked his words carefully as he doesn't even know what to say when all is inside of his head is worry and pleas. Honestly, right now— would you be crying or being gay? While yes, he does appreciate the concern for his well-being, but the small kiss caught him off guard (despite doing that action too many darn ass times). It's just that maybe he just feels so vulnerable right now that he's so sensitive to everything. A slight fainted blush appears on his face as his leisure face remains.

“ I know— Just.. I just.. “

Even he couldn't explain, but the other knew better than to force him to open up. He just smiles somberly with tears still running.

“ You better keep your word. Now let's just dry you up so you can rant about all of your troubles.. still sorry for not being of help. “

He apologized again, the other didn't know how to reply. He just nodded solemnly and accepted his failed attempt— but still, would he really change like this?

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Does he love me or does he not?

I hate how he can't look at me the same way I look at him, who am I kidding. Why would he like me?

It's obvious he doesn't want to be with me romantically, but there he is— getting all lovey dovey with another.

I actually don't feel sad anymore, I was expecting this from the start ever since I've developed some sort of attraction towards him. I'm not someone he'll love like that, I'm just his best friend.

Slowly, I think I'm starting to accept the fact the world will reject me. Maybe that's how I'm supposed to be— unable to find an ounce of affection; it's bothersome if I stray about that topic too much.

I prefer being happy for him rather than crying. I think that I should be proud that he found someone to genuinely love, but something irks me that it wasn't me that he loved but I want to be okay, for me and for him.

I know crying inside my stupid room isn't gonna help but the tension inside was filling up to the bone, I couldn't possibly find myself facing the truth or him. If I'm being honest, I know this hurts. I've given him the same love; only for him to give it to another. I'm not saddened by this..

I feel furious at myself that I wasn't better for him, for years— I tried to be better, but in the end; I'm not getting any better. I'm still the same unlovable person, unable to find anything that brings me joy– I'm just that person who wonders why I can't go in the water while everyone is swimming in the pool. Maybe it is for the best that I stay as the unlovable guy.

Does he love me or does he not?

Might make this a silly series :3

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HEY!

What should I call myself? I have no name! So please refer to me as anything you like as long as it does not offend me!

Hi! I made this account for funzies and just to feed my own delusions of making my ocs cry and make stories about them!

I think people should write about what they love more! It expresses who they are as an individual:D

Anyways, I hope you like my work (if anyone finds it interesting anyways) (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)